–
"how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any-lifted from the no
of all nothing-human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?”
- e.e. Cummings, i thank You God for most
this amazing (1950)
Ringtone Body in the Rubble signal not found; night
hamsters don’t wait around for green jump lights | who
would cap their fossil funneling ? go^find our Kaieteur
source.
Practice, practice serve or lies . soon you’re good
so double^cheek peckers clutch ! natural born actress
you . draggable scent Arrrh!
To step in mortal sludge, trek back to living room
floors – there see’t ? how evolution took off coal
hot tail versions cooling.
/ Species elsewhere
could be flummoxed by our skull . eyeball size Small
only, Sorry; the hoodie caves, veil membership.
+
/ Chests blind side trusting shrug as hairy
text thumbs the brain snow screen . shovelers
slush blathering…
…in the name of heaven
our tarp city hosts time redlining air | wails like
that won’t flicker beams of Satellite baboonery.
Planet relocate? You can’t
be serious, earth worm steuups ! so end conceiving.
Styles tried on, returned . dome face unmoved . Dios
mio! could be our last rehearsing year.
– W.W.
ONE MORE
Love's chance, denied, its reading postponed
so that we might keep hugging our pain,
keeps returning in as many dream-
scapes as we need to finally be-
come its power, claim its glory ours.
From whisper to pinch to slap to kick,
from kick to knife to bombs to earthquake,
it keeps speaking in tongues of our masques:
Wake up wake up, your sun is dying
to be recognised as your own hearts
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(from “The Gift Of Screws” by Brian Chan, 2008)
FARJOURNEY CARIBBEAN 